Trash
$0
Negative bank accounts
No food in the house
You look like your mother in those Chuckssssss
Why do you smile so much when things aren't alright
Why are you so alive
I'm pretty sure they look down on you too
Not as low as you weigh yourself
Fuck em
Fuck every single piece of soul shit in here
All you fucking shitbags who don't treat me the way I have/would treat you
Its the type of insult that breeds contempt
But i want more than that
I want to be better again
I want to be better again than all of you
As I once was
And when I was so high and treated you
All so fair and well and nice and right
You took my gifts and smiled
Secretly harboring your disdain
I guess
But I didn't do that to show you up
If you needed help
I gave it to you
Because we're all out here by ourselves just about
Yet one gets a hand out and forgets who was there
Giving rides and making sure you got their on time
When you didn't have shit
I can't even get a ride to the emergency room
To make sure I don't have permanent
Medical induced glaucoma
Who am I when I can't pull my weight
Worthless I see now
That's okay
I've been valued at less before I knew how to love as
Deep as my mother
Alone in my room
I said quietly too myself
"I want more power"
And I meant that more than I've ever wanted
To live
I've typed so much and lost my train of thought
Good bye
Later Days, Longer Nights
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